1. |
Ain't Good Enough
01:45
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Not enough time in the day
Works half finished and my mind slips away
To next and what I got planned
I'm doing the best I can
I'm doing the best I can
But my best ain't good enough
Oh no
It ain't good enough
Sun goes down and my mind starts racing
Who did I let down who did I hurt
For all the good that I try to do
I never end up pleasing you
Cut it out
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2. |
Society
02:37
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Quit trying to tell me everything's gonna be alright
You can tell me nothing's wrong
Today's youth was fucked from the start
Leaders like you why do we fall apart
I don't know what the fuck to do
I don't know me and I don't know who is who
The government's got me fucked in the head
We'd be better of dead
Political correctness can kiss my ass
Police are scared to do their jobs
Country's been infected ignorant disease
You wanna burn my flag, send you home in a body bag
This song goes out to the working class America
It's time to stand up and take back this fucking country
From domestic terrorists who govern our laws, tax our earnings
While they pad their own fucking pockets
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3. |
Race Against Time
03:35
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I'm waking up and I'm ten minutes behind
I'm late again and I won;t be on time
So wheres my shirt I can't find my keys
My eyes are heavy can barley see
I'm racing against time
Racing against time
I'm losing my mind
Losing my mind
I'm racing against time
Racing against time
Racing against time
The hour glass gets faster every minute
Its gets harder to keep up with it
My heart is racing I know I'll be late
But how can I explain, got too much on my plate
54 voicemails and still no sign
When a car pulls into my drive
It's a friend to check up on me
To make sure, to make sure that I'm still alive
That I'm still alive
I'm racing against time
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4. |
440
01:54
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Were the kids of the 440
Skate or die was our motto
Growing up in a scene of decay
Hittin' to the streets no other way
Were the kids of the 440
Were the fuckin' kids
Just some punks on the town
Gonna burn that fucker to the ground
No Place to run and hide
We'll be this way till' we die
Till' we die
No place to run
Nowhere to hide
440
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5. |
Heart on my Sleeve
03:26
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Lookin' back on the good times
Back when I called her mine
She had me hanging on her everywhere
Waking up at quarter till' five
To make that lonely drive
To see the girl with the beautiful eyes
I'm chasing the girl with the beautiful eyes
Chasing the girl
She's got me wearing my heart on my sleeve
Makin' me believe
She's got me up all night
I'm chasing the morning light
Kind of love that makes you feel just right
I'm chasing the girl with the beautiful eyes
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6. |
Goblins in my Mind
02:20
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7. |
Soiled Dove
02:16
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There once was a man from the east side of town
Who's pretty little woman was always hanging around
Then he put a bullet in her head
This is the story how he shot her dead
He loved her for years and promised to be true
But lyin she was he hadn't a clue
Little did he know behind his back
She was lying there in the sack
He didn't know just what to do
Some folks say he had the right too
One bullet in her brain two in her back
Her killed her down along the railroad tracks
Well that's the story we've all been told
The no name rider the legend goes
But the ending we will never know
He's like the wind he's like the feathered snow
He's like the wind he's like the feathered snow
Soiled Dove
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8. |
Hard Luck Kid
03:11
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Hey there kid let me give it to you straight
The years to come ain't gonna be so great
So trust me kid I know it ain't fair
They'll come a time when you just don't care
Hard luck kid times are tough
Hard luck kid you'll always be stuck
Hard luck kid you'll never win
Eight ball says you lose
You lose again
On the frontlines of your own war
Fighting in the trenches they'll be knocking at your door
So stand your ground and never back down
You'll find yourself fighting a war, that you can't win
You lose again
Again
You lose again
The eight ball says you lose again
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9. |
The Trades
04:17
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Jean jackets and dock martin boots
Shaved heads and slicked back hair doos
Little country with punk rock roots
Were The Trades, how bout you
How bout you
Were all stewed
Screwed
Tattooed
Some went to college others trade school
Alcoholics and sinners too
Skateboards and vans old school
Were The Trades, how bout you
Were all screwed
Were all stewed
Fucking screwed
Tattooed
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